I let your bones lie
beside me…
And while your skin
spins its yarns, I
skim the **** of your charm,
from the broiling broth
of our bare bodies.
So come on –
And spin that wheel
with your winning spiel, as you
purr those perfect words
of perfidy.
So come on –
Embroider my eyes
with your lacework of lies, and
bury in me
those dewy seeds
of duplicity.
So come on –
The pair of us can be as wise
as three of the naivest monkeys.
So let’s lie together with our conceit
spread out around us
on pristine sheets,
And make love, as if love alone can be
the canvas of our deceit.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
I let your bones lie
beside me…
And while your skin
spins its yarns, I
skim the **** of your charm,
from the broiling broth
of our bare bodies.
So come on –
And spin that wheel
with your winning spiel, as you
purr those perfect words
of perfidy.
So come on –
Embroider my eyes
with your lacework of lies, and
bury in me
those dewy seeds
of duplicity.
So come on –
The pair of us can be as wise
as three of the naivest monkeys.
So let’s lie together with our conceit
spread out around us
on pristine sheets,
And make love, as if love alone can be
the canvas of our deceit.
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